T-Day in T-Town
These first two photos go out to Lauren, who was wondering where the oil fields were in one of my past pictures from Taft.
Even when you can't see the fields, you can always smell 'em. My stepdad calls it the smell of money (can you guess who they voted for?); I call it the smell of a litter box the size of a town.
There is a kind of austere beauty in some parts of the region, if you can get away from the areas littered with those oddly dinosaur-shaped things that pump ex-dinosaurs outta the Earth,
and away from the run-down neighborhoods, where meth labs gone bad (is that possible) gut houses when they explode.
And if all else fails, you can always look up. It's a big, wide-open sky out there, with hardly any light pollution. There were a few clouds obscuring the full moon, but I did get a clear shot of this one.